Nothing, for now

He rolls his eyes, not as chatty as earlier. Heather huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Whatever, loser. Once I'm outta here, your career is fucked in the ass." His expression is different. Whereas before he acted affable, his face seemed sullen.

"Enjoy these last few minutes." He sighs. "Once we land and you sign the contract, you're officially an employee. Therefore your... attitude must be in line."

"Pshh, fucker." She spits. "Yeah I'm just supposed to enjoy having my tits out half a mile in the air. Totally. It's fucking cold."

"Miss Chandler." He balls his fist but his voice stays level. "I suggest you learn to watch your mouth now."

Terra doesn't say another word. She takes the hint and turns away. The mansions grow smaller and smaller the further they get from the president's palace. Eventually they reach a smaller property on the outskirts of Elysium and start to descend. Right outside, a maid is holding a piece of paper. She leans in to read it, still covering herself. There are two places for signatures, Terra's already filled out. She shrugs and signs in the other.

"Very well, pet. From now until the end of the experiment, you're mine." He finally strips out of his homeless costume.

"The hell do you mean pet?" She sneers. For a few moments he's just as naked as her. Another maid quickly rushes out and dresses him in a suit. Heather waits a few seconds, expecting a maid to bring her something. Nobody comes. "This is bullshit. When do I get clothes?"

He grits his teeth. "Did you read what you just agreed to?"

"I skimmed it. What, I'm supposed to read every contract I sign."

"That's the idea, yes." He eyes her body, hungrier than before she'd signed. "If you had read it, you would know you signed away certain privileges. One of those rights is clothing."

"I knew you were a perv. Bring back the contract, I never agreed to this."

"You quite literally just did." He cracks his knuckles. "You'll be able to earn these privileges back over time. A full list of what you signed away will be provided in your room, along with the prices to earn them back."

"Prices? I'm loaded, man, I can pay. Just ask my parents!"

He slaps her. She barely registers the action before she hits the ground. "You won't be paying with and amount of money. You'll use the real currency of the world. If you want a privilege back, spend your SR."

"You hit me."

"You spoke out of turn. I suggest not doing that again." He explains. "Come on. Inside." She was about to protest but manages to stifle it. The sting to her cheek is enough of a reminder. He drags her to the door. "One last thing. I suggest not fighting this."

"Huh--" Suddenly he grabs her arms, pinning them behind her back. "Hey, what's the big idea?" Before she can struggle more, he let go. She thinks nothing happened, but when she tries to cover herself again she realises. "You fucking cuffed me!?"

He reaches out a twists her nipple, making her cry out. "Again, don't talk out of turn. Violating your conditions results in physical... or other means of punishment."

Heather nods, finally understanding. He has a maid lead her to her room. She just sighs. "Seriously? A dog bed?" The maid just giggles. She reaches for the paper on the bed but her cuffs clink. She bends over to read it, knowing how it must look to anyone behind her.

RIGHT TO HANDS - SR20
RIGHT TO ROOM - SR40
RIGHT TO VOICE - SR60
RIGHT TO CLOTHES - SR80
RIGHT TO BREASTS - SR100
RIGHT TO VAGINA - SR120
RIGHT TO ASS - SR140
RIGHT TO TECHNOLOGY - SR160
RIGHT TO FAMILY - SR180
RIGHT TO ORGASM - SR200

Some of these make sense, some don't. She could figure out what the right to her hands or clothes meant, but to her pussy or tits? Her right to cum? She was about to stand up when a hand grabbed her ass. Being the bombshell she was, she knew what it was like to be groped. But it rarely happened without at least a single layer on. She spins around, facing Fred. "Do you understand?"

"Understand, I--" She quickly quiets herself, just shaking her head.

"You've been adressed. Speak."

"Understand, I don't understand a fucking thing. This is all just some loser's horny fantasy, isn't it?" She does her best to seductively flip her hair but in her state it probably looks pathetic. "Two hundred? That'll take fifty fucking years. How am I supposed to get that much!?"

"Generally? Being an upstanding citizen, active volunteer work. You know, positive impact."

"Bullshit, not happening. What else?"

"What else...?" He scratches his chin. "Okay, here's an idea. Another type of volunteer work. If you voluntarily choose to undergo a punshment, I'll award a fitting amount of SR."

"Seriously? That's it?" She huffs, glancing back at the paper. With her SR97, she can afford a few things, but it'll set her back in SR. That isn't ideal, but if she takes on a punishment it can offset the cost. Still, spending to buy clothes would set her down to SR17. If the experiment falls through, she couldn't survive with just that.